Pontiak Left With Lights
Standing with my head just above,
the morning came and left with lights,
so now I am under iron and trying
to sing in any key that's clear.
From my feet through my head.
I am under a pile of clouds
and the mist is now in my eyes,
I see a chance to clear my mind
and I will rest with iron at my side.
From my feet through my head
you can hear it in my voice.
In the sun and the light of the moon
the sun will slide and the clouds will move
while judgement waits alone with you
and I will rest with iron at my side.
From my feet through my head
you can hear it in my voice
